Just oral sex - rubbing and sucking. But those were hot times for me - times of exploration. I felt free, you know?Another big question I often get is... "How do you decide who is top and who is bottom in your relationships?"Oh, that is such a loaded question. I have had some negative experiences around that very subject. Lots of men think if you are more masculine, you must be a top, and dominant in sexual relationships. And on the contrast, a more feminine man must be a submissive bottom. And. His touch was so soft yet eager, I couldn’t help but bite my lips as I rolled my head back completely onto his chest behind me. Every now and then he would bite my neck, my ear, my shoulder as he played with my nipples and squeezed my breasts. With one hand I ran my fingers through his hair behind me and with the other held one of his hands on my waist. Our fingers intertwined I turned my face to me his, still with my back facing him, our eyes met and for 5 seconds we just looked into each. To fir ja kar a, theak hai mai abhi ata hoon, sun ya bottle la ja hath dho lana, theak hai, mai samna parr ka neecha khara ho kar chee karna laga, lakin jaldee main chee karna ka baad zip band karta huva zip kharab ho gee shukar hai underware pehnee thee, magar ab mai sochna laga, Fir mai jeans ki pent ko theak karta huva driving seat par a kar bath gaya or apni zip par garee ka ganda kapra jis sa mai garee saaf karta tha vo dal leya, Ara chotu kaya baat hai kaya chupa raha hai, didi maree pent. How Sophia had the brainpower in her state to trick me I'll never know, but in a moment of drunken mastery she took my gin fuelled logic and used it against me. “Well then, if it has to be small and unseen, but have a function, then why don't we get piercings. Just little ones... in special places.” I opened my mouth to try and formulate an argument but it was too late. By this time, the little vixen had crawled onto my lap. Straddling me, she slipped her hand up my top to play with my nipple..